Deafening Silence ( prince of tennis) (#wattys2016)

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Sorry that last chapter sucked. Next will be Rikkai's first match though! Woo!

Kanagawa General Hospital

For once Yukimura was feeling very smug. Don't get him wrong, he hated the hospital, he hated it with a passion, and he wanted nothing more than to leave, but the fact that his teammates were currently preparing for the Butlers Café for the school fair gave him a sweet sense of justice.

When Yukimura had received the call from Renji he had grinned like an idiot over the phone, thankful there was no one there to witness his joyous smile. It seemed that the team had gotten the short straw, and Yukimura smiled angelically at the thought of their suffering today.

But when he thought about it, he realised that Echizen would also be there. Echizen didn't have a fan club like the other regulars, and so he would be spared the pain, though he would still have to stand around in a tuxedo. Echizen didn't visit as often as the rest of the team, and the few times they visited altogether Echizen simply sat at the back of the group and did nothing. It was rather odd and disheartening that he did that, but Yukimura supposed that Echizen visited him at least, and did not pursue it any further.

As a passing whim Yukimura reached to the table and grabbed his phone, which sat next to his sign language book, and he quickly typed a message to Echizen.

Have fun.

From: Yukimura Seiichi

Yukimura smiled as he put his phone down, picking up his book on sign language and began to read, silently sending good luck to his team.

Rikkaidai Fuzoku Cafeteria

There were many words Roko could use to describe their current situation.

The Rikkaidai Fuzoku Tennis Club Regulars, famed three-time National Champions and undefeated in the Middle School tennis world were dressed in tuxedos, black trousers and polished leather shoes, lips pursed as they anxiously counted down the seconds until a horde of screaming fan girls fell upon them like a tidal wave.

Anyone else in the room would probably think they were awaiting their execution on death row, but if only they were that lucky.

Roko was also dressed in a tuxedo, black trousers and leather shoes, leaning against the wall watching his teammates in their own stages of anxiety. Kirihara was whining as expected, Niou was pacing back and forth, Marui was blowing bubbles of gum slowly and thoughtfully, Jackal was sat on a chair trying to keep still, Yanagi was leaning against a wall and mumbling to himself, Yagyuu was seated calmly opposite Jackal, his hand moving to push his glasses up his face far more than necessary, and Sanada...

Sanada was just being Sanada. Roko had to admit, he pulled off the collected butler look effortlessly with his cool expression and stoic posture, though that was just usual for him. Sanada stood at the corner of the room watching his team with his arms folded and frowning like usual, the tuxedo pulling on his shoulders and defining his muscles, which Roko imagined would make the fan girls swoon. It was also rather interesting that for once Sanada was not wearing his trademark black cap, and Roko was pretty sure he'd never seen Sanada's actual hair before.

"We are going to die" Kirihara mumbled, and no one bothered responding.

Roko just smiled amusedly. This would definitely be interesting, and since he only had the job of picking up plates - which he had assigned himself - it would be a breeze, and hopefully he'd get to see one or two rabid fan girls attack his teammates. That would certainly make a beautiful memory.

Roko's phone suddenly chimed in his pocket, and he frowned at it, the rest of the team looking up at him curiously, and Roko fished the phone out of his pocket, unlocking it.